Rated: T+ because of occasional language, and strong references to eating disorders.

Published: December 11th 2008

Story Type: Multi-Chapter

Summary: Inspired from the line “Do I need to stick my finger down your throat and hold your hair back?” 2x13. Goes back to freshman year, and works up to present day, how Blair’s disorder developed and how Chuck was there along the way. Multi-Chapter. CB, SB friendship....

Ok everybody i lied! i said saturday would be the day i wrote my Chapter 3 but i couldnt wait that long! (after watching o brother where bart thou? for the 6th time i was so inspired i had to come straight here! so here goes nothing... ENJOY!

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It wasnt much of a fall, only about 5 feet. What Blair and Nate hadnt seen when they saw Chuck wobble on the edge of a building was that there was another roof not so far down. He did fall which was more of the point."I need a drink," Chuck slurred, even though he was already wasted. "I think it would be best if you stop drinking," Blair said...

She didn’t need anyone. Not the lost boy with dirty blond hair, or his disgrace of a best friend. Not the thoughtless drones she used to call friends. Certainly not Jenny Humphrey, or any other member of her low-rent family. Her mother caused more harm than good, and even if she did need her Dad, he had other things to attend to.

In the movie of her life, the one that ran on repeat in her head, she needed two people. Nate and Serena. Serena and Nate. Her support system, her strength.

That was a lie.

When Serena had left, she’d survived. She’d more than survived, she’d...

“How did it all happen?” She whispered sullenly, almost breathlessly. Her vision was distorted, blurry from her tears. They were also bloodshot and her face had paled as well, sometime during her breakdown.

From the other side of the desk, the woman sat there with her head cocked to the side, portraying a face of deep concern. “Ms. Waldorf I take it that this wasn’t planned.”

Blair Waldorf kept her eyes glued to the floor. She used whatever physical strength was in her to put her arms on the armrests and lift her body into a straighter, more comfortable position. Instead she failed...